What is in a name? For him, it was a purpose. Praxis; a pattern of action without practice. Regular, consistent, he often lied awake connecting his name to his Queen. There was no wavering in his loyalty towards his creator, nor was there hesitance in his will to serve and protect her. Lethe, classic Greek defined this word as "oblivion", "forgetfulness", "concealment". It's relation to the word aletheia, a word that spoke of truth, reminded him of the lies and hidden truths of not only the world, but those that he had weaved himself. His kind was not supposed to seek bloodshed, yet time and time again he would push away the whisperings of others in favor for the word of his Queen. If he had to kill in her name, then kill he shall. If he must seal his lips and never utter a word of honesty, then may his lips be sewn shut by this undying devotion to the Queen.
Appearance
The frost clung to the ground, fog layered onto the windows where drawings of flowers were made from wiping away the condensation. She could here the ticking of the clock behind her, the bubbling water, the hum of coffee machines. People spoke in various tones; some hushed, others sweet, few speaking in tones with harsh, bitter sentences into phones, cursing their bosses and families. Her eyes, however, did not belong to the types that she had documented time and time again, instead they were aligned so only one was in her focus. A boy, there was so many boys in this city, yet she was only drawn to him - like oxygen to hydrogen. Her fingers twitched, pupils caressing his figure, heart aching for her to pick up a pencil so she could have the honor of sketching him. She was positive that his bones were made from marble, sculpted by Gian Lorenzo Bernini, and painted by Silvia Pelissero. For a moment, she was sure that if she dared to look away, he would transform into mystified memory.
Yet when she blinked, he was still there, a slim figure standing straight in perfect posture. Curved, long limbs, the soft outline of his spine, it was all still there for her to see. Her lips mouthed the word 'awful' and then, 'beautiful', her throat producing no noise. He wasn't like the men that were put on television or in magazines. His face, his body, it screamed of normalcy, perfectly ordinary. What entranced her was that very phrase; perfectly ordinary. How many times had she seen a slender male, who's clothes hung off him loosely not because of lack of nourishment, but from the bones underneath? Was it possible to count how often she had spotted the one with hair that was starting to become overgrown, light brown with a hint of auburn? There were many with fringe handing over their foreheads to hide their eyebrows and therefore part of their expression from the world. From the slope of his nose, the fullness of his lips, to those water droplet shaped eyes, his heart shaped face and hint of tan in his skin tone, she had seen it all before.
What made him stand out, was the perfection of it all. It was like he was created to be an example of commonality. Even the dark spots of scars looked deliberate, as if they had been marked there on purpose, adding depth and realism to the image before her. He was like a creation, built from hands and not from the mingling of DNA, as if the sole purpose of his appearance was to blend in with the faces that were like his own - only those were accidental, while his sent her the haunting feeling that his appearance was nothing short of intentional. The boy moved, his skin, eyes, body and stature blending into the masses of people. A sharp intake of breath, this was the end of the moment. He passed by, and her eyes met his, swirling pools of hazel made not from chance. His lips pulled into a smile, her heart froze, and then he was gone. Her eyes shot open, viewing only the ceiling above her, the white paint nearly blinding. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her body shifted in her bed. It was only but a dream, a dream of flawless normalcy, that felt all too real.
Alternate Form
And so it was that the embodiment of light and the personification of darkness had formed a bond that cut through not tradition, but law. Their power and love formed together, weaving the first of many souls and bodies, the blinding light and sinking void melted together to create bones and skin. The pain and tears pooled to produce ever changing blood, their insight molded the orbs of eyes, their care breathed life into his lungs and sprung the first of many Fey into life. The fruit of knowledge being plunked and placed inside of his head, a heart of defiance and spirit of the Spring rose upon his skin, creating a form of something simultaneously new and old.
His skin is colored blue, dark, dulled with a hint of teal. The slender, long, doll-like figure is covered with markings shades darker, jutting across his body. They run over his eyes and down his torso, over his nose, lips, his arms and legs. Praxis' true form is of imperfect perfection. The first try, riddled with mistakes, yet wonderfully so. Knobby joints, small frame, large, out of place pointed ears - none of these are qualities of a beautiful being, yet they blend together so in a body that eerily doesn't let off a glow like many others. Instead his near delicate form is covered with skin that is the color of the depths of oceans, of hidden plants in the deepest of jungles, the same shade of a dark night sky, completed with the glow from suns eons away.
Starshine is tangled in his short locks, their coloring white and holding a very dull glow, barely illuminating shadows and darkness. The strands of hair are fine and soft to the touch, like silk thread, wispy and uneven. His eyelashes surrounded his large, organic, mirrored circular eyes. They are long and fine, curling and bold in their brightness. His eyes are entirety different, for if his skin is made up of the dark influence of the King, then his eyes are a window to his soul - bleeding out the light of the Queen. They shine brightly and proudly in colors of light, yellow tinted green, with the color becoming more deluded in the center, fading into a white. His appearance reminds those of the light itself, dangerous and compassionate, covered with a dark curtain that contains it all. One may feel upon splitting his skin it will cause the light to leak out, and taint his spectral display.
The wings from his back blend, like light dancing within itself, they are hidden and play with the illusion that his back is barren. What they are not, is nonexistent. Hidden from the world they remain folded more often than not, keeping the wing span of several feet closed off from touching the world around him. But like his eyes, the essence of novas are in their structure, only to be seen when he wants them to, and when they do, they shine a light that will cause even the darkest of rooms to shrivel and die. They are thin, made out of transparent webs that come together, and come apart. Flight with them seems impossible, and keeping them from tear even more so, yet they are hard to the touch and ever so light. They bend the energy around them, allowing for the possibility of flight, regardless of him showing their brightness or letting himself appear as if he's merely floating, hanging in the balance without a thread to hold him up.
His true form is a riddled trick, a ruse. It's imperfect, yet the opposite, just as right as it is wrong. It beckons the question if his body is hiding the light within, of what he truly is? Or is the light connected to lies, dazzling others to distract them from the truth that's so bluntly put out before them? Does his lips curve into a kind smile, or is it mischievous? It's no wonder why a mere mortal cannot view him, as even a glance with boggle the mind and melt their eyes, the two extremes in one body cursing them to never see again.
Height: 170 cm / 5'7"
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: Ageless
Species: Spring Fey
Court: Seelie
Role: Queen's Second-In-Command
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Age: Ageless
Species: Spring Fey
Court: Seelie
Role: Queen's Second-In-Command
Powers
◐ The Dream Walker
A figure in the distance, clouded and blurry, he is rarely noticed. An invader of the subconscious mind, he steps into the dreams of others, often observing, other times bringing realization to the unconscious state for communication. If he wishes you to see him, he will let himself be seen. Yet, if he wish to stay hidden, he will remain behind the walls of fog and mist. A small handful of Fey have powers that aren't characteristic of their species or season alignment, anomalies, if you will. Often the first Fey created, their powers have manifested from the souls of their creators, as if they accidentally were given too much, and the more divine powers leaked into their forms and were caged within. As the first Fey to be created, Praxis is a fine example of this. Instead of having dreams of his own he wanders the minds of others, more often than not, only observing. If he's able to locate the general location of where another is at, he can specifically invade their dreams. However, there had been times where he stumbled upon a person's dreams on complete accident. This can be used to communicate, or to watch targets that much be eliminated. There's been instances where Lethe had used the world of dreams to kill, using his ability to walk dreams in tune with the ability to manipulate emotions. He brings fear in his victims, until their bodies cannot take it any longer, or if they're lucky, until they wake up.
◐ A Healing Touch
Like many Spring Fey, Praxis is given abilities in healing. The magic crawls from his fingertips and spreads to the bodies of others; it stitches up cuts, stimulates cell growth, patches up broken organs and pieces together shattered eardrums. He could save a person from blindness, deftness, even death. They are not the power of a God though, even he has limits, to where a person is too far gone to be saved. This process isn't limited to physical repair, his ability can reach the mind and soul, soothing emotional pain and turmoil - although even at his ability, it's effects are temporary and will fade within a few days. This can be taken to an extreme, as he can drain a person of all their emotions much like he does for Raena, the Light Queen. He can take away all of a persons emotional anguish and leave them numb and empty; allowing them to live without crippling sadness, regret, fear, anger and even without joy. He can use his healing power on himself physically, healing his own wounds and injuries, but he cannot use it on an emotional or spiritual level - being forced to manage his emotions without the help of magic.
◐ Empathetic Manipulation
Drowning sadness, heated anger, elated happiness, emotions are not only felt, but seen by his eyes. Their emotions bleed around them, mingling with their otherwise invisible aura, giving them color. Many Spring Fey are able to simply sense these auras, easily being able to feel and recognize the energy swimming around them. With enough practice, they can see the very energy that they're able to sense, though it takes concentration and isn't automatic. Seeing the aura simply makes it easier to read the emotions of others without being effected by it, and sensing how strong they are, making them easier to influence. Reading, understanding, and seeing the emotions of others is only half of his ability; manipulating them is also under his sphere of influence. He can twist and turn emotions to their polar opposites; turning happiness into sadness, anger into apathy - the emotionally weak can become his puppets. Inflicting fear on others can even be used to kill, as the adrenaline pushes the body into overdrive to a point where the system breaks down. His control is only as strong as his opponent's will is weak, a person with a strong enough will and handle on their emotions can repel and even negate this effect.
◐ Green Thumb
If they so wished, Spring Fey can let flowers and plants bloom and grow in the presence. This process if as natural as breathing for them, as if they share a bond with plant life itself. Some would describe it as being able to understand the energy of plants so well that they can stimulate growth and movement, being able to use them even in combat. Countless years of practice has given Praxis the ability to not only bring life to the world around him, but to stimulate and control that life. Under his control plants can become helpful or deadly; vines used for strangulation or grabbing a falling alley, extracting poisons from plants to kill or simply growing tea leaves - It's to be said that plants can be as beautiful as they are deadly.
◐ The Hourglass of Life
Mortals can only life so long, even beings of the supernatural have a timer over their heads. Their numbers are bright and ultraviolet, invisible to the eyes of others how long you have to live is a secrete to the world, and yourself. They tick silently and without warning, never alerting anyone when their time is running out. You could wake up with a life-force that will last you another fifty years, or one that will only bring you into the next three minutes before running out. Everything has a certain energy, it's what keeps them alive, powerful, important. A stronger Spring Fey can drain this energy from others and harness it, often putting it towards others to use during conflict. Even the very life-force of others can be stolen and given to another. They could upset the balance of the universe, giving those that soon should die more life by taking life from those with several years ahead of them. It's luck that often enough, those that have control over this ability are protectors of order and fate, and not upholders of chaos and anarchy.
◐ Tamer of Beasts
Fey and nature are connected; the same energy that flows throughout the world resides in their veins, pulling them together. Animals are not excused from this, and while all Fey have bonds with various creatures, Spring Fey are the masters of what are not lesser beings but their equals. It's possible that it's because they see all live as being equal that they're able to tame and control beasts large and small. Snow White's abilities pale in comparison, although, not many would argue against having help while cleaning. Having animals as allies is beneficial indeed; from sending letters, to collecting information, to ripping out the jugular of an enemy - beasts can be useful companions in battle or otherwise. Praxis is quite used to utilizing this, although for all Fey, weres are something new and unfamiliar. They're not quiet human and not quite animal, making them complex and difficult to understand and manipulate. Being as old as he is, his powers have matured quite a bit, and controlling an inexperience were may not pose a problem to him. Weres that have good control on themselves are another thing entirely, and cannot be tamed so easily.
◐ Essence of a Soul
The creation of the first Fey pushed forward the creation of others. He was a blueprint, instructions, a list of dos, don'ts and what to change. Praxis was made with a large soul, a strong essence, and it gave him the ability to harvest that essence in another fey; a piece of his very soul being used to make another whole, knitting into the soul of another. The result let to creating Aerunia, a Summer Fey, his daughter. It was him that created her, an incomplete Fey, not properly touched by the creating hands of the King or the Queen. His essence that was given to her, more chaotic in nature, created a strong telepathic bond, one that is hidden from the knowledge of all other Fey - even the Light Queen and the Dark King. When Praxis is hurt, Aerunia feels pain, and when she is in danger, he too can sense it. The connection makes the door to her dreams easily accessible, and collection unconscious information from her is a simple task. The invisible bond between them is strong and effects both parties, and can only truly be broken in death. This has only happened once, and cannot occur again, as doing so would lessen Praxis' soul to much and make him unstable.
Abilities
◐ Acrobatic Tricks
Praxis doesn't have much ability outside of his magic, which is unfortunate now that it's currently at a low now that he's stuck on Earth. His physical abilities are very lacking; he cannot slash with a knife, nor can he arm himself with a bow and arrow, and in hand-to-hand combat he'd easily be overpowered. Though, he's not completely helpless without his abilities in magic. Agile, swift, flexible and beyond practice; in a patten of twists, turns and flips Praxis can use his body to descend, ascend and abscond. Combat with these abilities isn't the norm though, as his physical strength is rarely effective. Cheap shots isn't an honorable way to fight, but he doesn't really care for such things, and will use foul moves to his advantage. He quite enjoys using these abilities for things outside of violence and escaping. Hanging upside down is a pastime that gives one a whole knew view on the world - literally! Walking on his hands, climbing high places, dangling from ropes - if Praxis had been born a human, it's very likely he would have been this type of entertainer.
◐ A Killer Without Bloodlust
He's not murderous, he doesn't harness any wish to kill others nor does he enjoy carrying out these acts. In fact, he's rather indifferent to the entire action. Praxis doesn't get any sick kicks from killing others, not even when he bends their emotions until they're in a world of only fear. It's simply something that has to be done, and the means of how he gets it done isn't very important. He kills for his Queen and to maintain order, if someone must die to uphold the balance of the world then he'll make sure their hearts cease to beat. Trying to force him to sympathize or empathize will not work, as the Queen is above everyone else; the lives of others are tiny compared to her. Killing others also doesn't make him sad, it doesn't effect him one way or the other, it's only a job. Simply put; he's able to end lives without it effecting himself - always keeping a level head. Killing for survival is a bit different, it's rare that he had problems with ending the lives of others in the past, as he often had the upper hand. While his weakened state and anxious state of mind is less than ideal, Praxis still doesn't hesitate when trying to kill someone, as long as he feels that he can actually do so. After all, it's better them then those he knows to be important.
◐ Tea Ceremonies
A Spring Fey has a natural connection with plant life, and with time grows skill, and skill brings the ability to grow the best of plants. Herbs and other ingredients can be used towards great dishes, and Praxis enjoys putting together different blends of teas. To classics like earl gray to bizarre mixes like guanabana, he seems to have great knowledge on the creation of good, healthy teas. With his added healing abilities the tea he makes can have even greater effects, like accelerated healing, increased endurance, even as an emotional soother. Having a blend he had made can prove to be quite useful when in a pitch. If not, then they're just as good without the need to pick oneself up quickly. While taste varies from person to person, the teas Praxis makes tend to taste very good, though it's not impossible for someone to dislike it.
Preferred Weapons: None.
Personality
His posture doesn't slouch so easily in the presence of others, his eyes study the world around him and break through facades, reading emotions in a millisecond. Praxis; he's organized, always categorizing things and putting them in order. The morning tea, the meeting afterwards, new laws to be reviewed, battle plans and garden layouts follow afterwards. Those thin fingers flip through folders with colored bookmarks sticking out of the side, reading over notes and schedules, easing his mind. Nothing out of place, not a thing out of order, he looks over scribbled notes two, three times. It's his duty to make sure that the needs of the Queen is met, that everything is completed properly, to help maintain order and assist with running the Queen's kingdom. There's no room for mistakes, he is careful and thoughtful, sometimes a bit uptight. This is an example of him at his best, his mind and nerves are together, there is no hesitation and no doubt - only confidence. While nerves can arise when things get complicated, he stays together, and puts on a friendly smile that's not a facade.
Calm, composed, professional.
It seems like he always has a lid on it, keeping his emotions and thoughts in check in a perfect cascading order placed into filing cabinets. This is not true, it's a product from the practice of maintaining sanity, order. Perhaps it's because of the influence of both the King and the Queen that's he's always teetering between a sound mind and madness. Or maybe it's because he's always conscious, even when he's asleep, and never has a moment of true rest. Keeping things organized helps him, it prevents him from becoming a nervous mess. The action of making sure everything moves smoothly, keeping order, maintaining the balance - it all benefits him. Actions of keeping plants, arranging flowers, creating tea blends, listening to rain, watching snow, it's like breathing. It soothes him, keeps him reposed, able and strong. Humans may look to tobacco and alcohol to keep themselves mentally healthy, while he uses work and action to keep the stitches from breaking. Duties are completed without lull when his mind is stable. Even if he has to kill someone, as long as everything is prepared, with the Queen speaking the orders, he will not fall apart.
"Please do not resist, it will only make it worse for yourself."
That loyalty, is it the core of everything that is Praxis Lethe? From the moment he was created, his first thought, his first feeling was centered around loyalty. The person who had used their soul to create him, who shined so brightly, he wanted to protect that. It's obsessive, often acting as mental chains, for he will reach his wits ends for the Light Queen. He has done things he isn't happy with for her. Taking away her emotions pains him, but if it's what she wants and will keep her from breaking, then he'll do so again and again. He doesn't enjoy killing, but will do so without hesitation on her command. He will separate himself from others he loves for her; he will stand against his father, brother, daughter, all to be by the Queen's side. He'll even go to lengths of lying to her, hiding things from her, because he believes it's for her own good. He is neither righteous nor evil, good and bad have no meaning for him. Order is a value of his, but his Queen ranks above that. She is the basis of his sanity, his reason and purpose. Now that she's gone, he feels himself beginning to fall apart, and acts desperately to find her.
This is the fate of those that live too long.
Was it one thousand years, or one million? Time is but a concept, but death shouldn't be feared, for it is a gift. A gift that ageless beings do not receive on their own. His sanity wears thin, born with an already unhealthy mind, it only continues to rot and fester. For once Praxis held order as the most important thing to protect, now things have changed. The Queen is important, his daughter is also important, and chaos continues to corrupt him. He is not devious in nature, but he hides much from the eyes and ears of others, even from the Queen and the Seelie court. The connection between him and Aerunia, his willingness to upset the balance and destroy the world for both her and the Queen. The end of everything would be a better fate then having them taken away from him. He feels he has to take it into his own hands, make sure that they'll be safe, that maybe one day everything can come back together again. This leads to decisions that can pain others, put others in danger, even end lives.
"I am sorry. I am so, so, sorry."
What is that feeling that consumes him? Ah, you would call that guilt. The balance of sanity is a hard one to maintain, but he is not a madman. He is only very, very old. He values who he sees as his family; his Queen, the King, Capricorn, Aerunia, and as time goes by it seems like what connections them grows thinner. He started acting in ways that favor protecting those bonds, instead of his duties. His conflicted emotions upset the balance, between protecting those he cares about and upholding what he was born for, he isn't sure what to do or if what he's doing is right or good for the world around them. He still cares about keeping order, and what he should do, but as time goes on that grows weaker and weaker. He's filled with guilt, from actions in the past and in the present, and for how he thinks currently. Perhaps it's a good thing that he doesn't fall to unconsciousness, as if he did, the growing number of sleepless nights might actually begin to bother him.
The threads that keeps him together is fragile and frayed, it constantly needs to be replaced with stronger thread made out of the process of praxis.
Nerves twitch under his skin and his body is filled with burning embers. Sitting still only grows the webs of spiders, they crawl across his bones and weave the feeling of anxiety, causing a light head and a nauseous stomach. He unravels and becomes a nervous wreak, pacing, tapping, irritable, unable to think straight and is far from keeping up his previous composure. Nervous, anxious, the tone of his voice changes from quiet to loud, he stutters, rambles, talks to himself; it's not uncommon for him to snap at people and become ill-tempered. Discord brings out the worst of him, it breaks all concentration and makes him and his powers unstable. The ageless being becomes indecisive, confused, and hesitant. Without order right and wrong becomes blurred, as if he had never learned to truly think and judge others himself. This is him at his worst; brash and indecisive, unable to keep himself composed and level headed. He no longer works well with people, and will act without sparing a moment of thought.
How easy it is, to break the calm of the water...
That it is, Praxis' constantly feeling the emotions of others, and without his calm his temperament rises. When he has his mind sound he is not effected by the emotions that seep into the air around him, however, when his psyche is shaken they effect him more. Rage can turn him angry, sadness can bring him to tears, and excitement may turn him into a person who cannot sit still for even a moment. This can take a turn for the worst, as he is already quite an emotional person underneath his calm persona. Already is he easily offended, too quick to call people out and criticize them, even to the point of being rude. The influence of others emotions can make the situation even more heated, and turn a comment about littering into a near fight, with both parties readily engaged and equally at fault.
"My name is Praxis Lethe, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Praxis Lethe. At his best he is composed, organized, ready to maintain order and do what is good for the universe. At his worst he is a nervous wreak, rash, secretive and guilt-ridden. He was born with loyalty in his heart, and grew compassion for various others, with the desire to protect them shaking him to commit actions of discord. He can be friendly, helpful, calm, but he can also be irritable, rude, and dogmatic. The man cares for many, and often has good intentions, however he does not confined in them and acts in ways that avoid communication and hurts them as a result. On one hand he is wise, knowing of truths that humans are centuries away from finding out. On the other he will look down on others, feeling that as an older being that he knows best, and often not seek permission to act. He is comparative to extremes in mind and body, switching from one that acts kindly to one that acts cruelly, and exists as a distorted mess of contradictions.
Quirks
◐ Vegetarianism
In any case, no matter what, Praxis won't eat meat. He won't touch meat, he won't touch you if you've touched meat, he won't share utensils and straws with people that have eaten meat; seriously, go wash your hands and brush your teeth! He really, really, really doesn't like meat. He doesn't see the point in killing animals for the sake on consumption when there are so many other substitutes, better, tastier substitutes! Don't bring that stuff around him, he'd rather starve.
◐ [MUFFLED RAP MUSIC PLAYING IN THE DISTANCE]
Thanks to the Queen, Praxis has picked up a fondness for music. His taste in music however, is surprisingly unlimited. Classical, rap, pop, country, 80s speed metal, there doesn't seem to be much that he won't listen to and actually enjoy. This is simply unexplainable beyond him having perhaps no taste whatsoever, as he can be found happily listening to both Beethoven and Ke$ha. What's more, is how he enjoys singing (Or in some cases, rapping) the songs that he enjoys so much. His singing (And again, rapping. The thought of a faerie rapping may be beyond you, some may even say it's not possible. Well let me tell you something buddy, this is happening, it's a thing that will occur and you better buckle up.) could be considered above average, it's the content of what he sings that catches people off guard - even bringing him into a territory of being annoying. In conclusion, what he sings could range from; "Billy McCoy, was a musical boy. On the cruiser Alabama he was there at that piana." to "Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing. A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing.". It really seems as if he can't tell the difference.
◐ A Splash of Color
Praxis, unsurprisingly, has always enjoyed keeping plants around. While he has the ability to create full-grown plants within a minute, he had the tendency to grow them at a slower pace than that, even taking the time to properly plant and water them. To him, it's a relaxing process, often acting as a way to calm him nerves and clear his head. Back at the Faerie Realms he would decorate rooms with a variety of flowers, arranging their colors and shapes together to brighten an area. Even now that he's stuck on Earth he holds onto the same habit, sometimes rearranging already arranged flowers at establishments. Wherever he's staying at the time you're bond to find several flowers being kept there, if only to brighten the mood a bit and keep him from completely losing it. Whenever he feels stressed he tends to fall back onto this, his choices in flowers and colors often reflecting how he feels.
Likes
◇ Plant Life : Big surprise, you would have never had seen that one coming. This is pretty self explanatory, aside from it already being explained a few times already. Praxis likes plants, they're comforting and nice to look at. What's there not to like?
◇ Art : Paint on paper, sculptures carved from marble, oil on canvas, an orchestra filled with strings and ballets with dainty performers - Praxis finds enjoyment within all forms of art. Self-expression fascinates him; when people are open with their emotions it creates a world of color around them, releasing the negative and letting the positive thrive. He finds it beautiful and quite touching. As he is already sensitive to the emotions of others, being around such strong feelings can move him to tears. Regardless, he doesn't feel shame when it comes to such, and is amazed by the power of the art humans can create.
◇ His Creators : His mother, The Light Queen. His father, The Dark King. At one point they lived in harmony, both ruling over the Faerie Realms together, and even after the tides grew and they went their separate ways, even after Praxis stuck loyally by the Queen's side, he still remains grateful them both. If anything, he loves them, those that gave him life. This only makes the current situation all that more painful. He wishes that they could live like they once did years ago, and fears, knows that it's impossible. When it comes to the Queen, his loyalty is unyielding. He'll do anything for her, be it killing the others he loves so much, or even destroying and betraying the order they worked so hard to protect.
◇ Aerunia of the Reverie : The one that holds a piece of his essence, his daughter, affectionately called "My Reverie". Despite them being on separate courts he continues to care for her more than most, as he even hides things from the Queen to protect her. It's unexplainable, as she is not his child in a traditional sense, but she is someone that shares a part of his soul, yet he cares for her so strongly instead of treating her like a tool. It brings feelings of guilt in him for the choices he had made regarding her, but he continues to make those choices on the belief that it's for her own good, and sometimes for the good of everyone. Threatening her could turn him against those he is most loyal to, even to the point of him knowingly upsetting the balance of the world. Yes, Praxis loves her, almost more than anyone, but not more than the Queen. His loyalty towards her is too strong, and the Light Queen is the only person that could make him harm, or even kill, his Reverie.
◇ Capricorn : Although they're more like fraternal twins, Praxis tends to see Capricorn as a little brother, but even so he refuses to go easy on him. The idea of him having the kill Capricorn is pretty ludicrous though, as someone who enjoys building strong family-like bonds with people, the thought of having to kill one of the people who's been in his life since it started is pretty preposterous.
◇ Bubble Tea : Admittedly, it's one of his favorite things about the human world and he's starting to get really attached to the quirky beverage. Just the idea of acquiring a cup of it gives him child-like joy. He enjoys many of the different flavors and varieties, but likes green tea more than the rest.
◇ Dreams : Praxis doesn't have dreams of his own, but he enjoys the dreams of others. While he can use his ability to learn information on enemies, even to kill, he often uses it for no such reason. Instead he finds joy in just roaming the subconscious of others, usually never interfering with the person dreaming at all. The worlds he visits are intricate and interesting, making it bearable for him to stay conscious for twenty four hours, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty five days a year. That is, unless he is knocked out cold, but that's a rare enough occurrence. In fact, the wandering he does in other people's dreams probably keeps him sane. There is a reason why we become subconscious, after all.
◇ Knitted Clothes : Since arriving on Earth, Lethe has taken a liking to wearing knitted garments, especially sweaters and beanie-type hats. It's winter, it's cold, and these particular types of clothing is very warm and comfortable. He also enjoys wearing long scarves, mittens and gloves, so long as they're knitted. Though, he never seems to notice when he's wearing too many knitted objects of clothing, and sometimes looks as if he had just stumbled out of the Yarn Barn. He almost always wears one of the hats he's collected though, as he's subconscious about the appearance of his ears.
◇ Animals : He loves all animals; big and small, vicious or docile, reptilian or insect - he has a certain fondness for all of them, and they're drawn to him as well. He finds life unique, however it would be incorrect to say he's lover of life itself, as he has no problems with death. But he sees no reasons to interrupt the lives of animals, as they rarely effect the order and balance of the world, and that's partially why the act of killing them for consumption bothers him so much. The other reasons is because well, they're just so darn precious!
◇ Rain and Snow : Both forms of falling water is soothing to him. He enjoys listening to rain and being out in the snow, regardless of the cold. He doesn't mind being out in such weather, and actually prefers an overcast day to one with strong sunlight.
Dislikes
◆ Meat : He absolutely despises meat, won't go near the stuff. Just seeing it upsets his stomach and he'll probably criticizes people that eat it. Praxis understands eating other creatures for survival, but he doesn't understand why humans mass produce it through slaughter houses, condemning many animals to terrible and short lives. He finds it very upsetting, and doesn't even mention veal around him, he might cry.
◆ IPAF : If Praxis was to hate any living thing, it would be those in the organization known as IPAF. To him they're ignorant to the bigger picture, and they only continue to get in their way and threaten them. They're nosy, despicable, lying, poor excuses for human beings and he wants absolutely nothing to do with them. If they're going to declare war on them, then he's not going to hold back. Nor will he allow them to just do as they please and capture, torture, his fellow Fey. No matter what he will be sure they face justice for their actions, he just has to find the Queen first, and be sure not to be killed in the process...
◆ Vampires : To be blunt, they creep him out. They're not quite alive, and not quite dead either. To top it all off, they drink blood, and it just doesn't sit well with Praxis. He doesn't enjoy being around them at all, they always put him on edge. Honestly, they kind of scare him, and he tries to avoid interacting with them.
◆ Pollution and Destruction of Nature : Smog in the air, oil in the water, deforestation and litter - how could he not hate all that destroys what he loves? It's really what puts him on the fence on humanity. They create so many amazing things, yet they ruin just as much. He doesn't know what to feel about humans and the world they live in, but he does know how much he hates the destruction of Earth which has so many beautiful things on it that should be protected, not murdered. He does get upset about littering and is quick to call people out on it, almost to the point of starting fights. He also will avoid traveling on cars, buses, and so on. Also, please recycle.
◆ Crowds : The emotions of others can effect him, and the largest concentration of them in in crowded areas. He may be strong enough to keep them from causing him to break down or lose it, however, it is still taxing. Their emotions mingle in with one another and make not a lick of sense, he finds himself unable to think and becomes temperamental in an oven of loose emotions, ranging from the most positive to the most negative.
◆ Autumn Fey : It's no so much that he doesn't like the Autumn Fey themselves, but their abilities. Autumn Fey are the opposites of Spring Fey, they destroy and cause pain, doing little else. They bring death to plants and cause pain to the living, he finds nothing pleasant about those types of abilities, and dislikes it when they wither the plants he works so hard on to grow. In addition they tend to be lazy and unemphatic, both traits he isn't fond of, and can prove to be some of the most difficult creatures to deal with. However, there have been Autumn Fey that he could tolerate, even some he had gotten along with in the past. For the most part though, he just typically doesn't get along with them.
◆ Alcohol : There was a mistake where Praxis ended up drinking an interesting human made beverage. Never again.
◆ Denial : People often try to deny things, especially their emotions. In Praxis' case, he can see right through them, so them trying to deny what they feel is only counterproductive - as he can literally see what they're actually feeling. It's annoying when others try to drag things out by not accepting what they feel or when the refuse to talk about something maturely, and it only frustrates him further if they try and turn it into some sort of argument.
◆ Shoes : Lethe may wear a number of layers, but in the case of his feet, they are nearly always bare. Even when the ground is covered with snow he prefers not wearing any type of shoes, having an advantage of being a supernatural creature on his side to keep them from falling off. Humans have an annoying tradition of requiring each other to wear shoes all the time, and it really is just a bother to him. Though, because he wishes to avoid such pointless conflict, he assimilates and wears shoes that he can easily take off. You'll never see him wearing socks though, that would just be silly.
Biography
Another repeating night of peace, serenity, a time when their home wasn't split into chaos and order. He spent the night tucked under an array of cloth and fabric, the glow of his eyes and hair illuminating the room that was called his own. Fingers found the heart that pulsed beneath his skin, a muscle made out of deference that moved a river of blood filled with adherence. He was the descendant of darkness and light, yet even here, protected by the imperial castle walls, he felt his place was as a servant. Invisible bonds dug into his skin, leaving deep scars that would forever remind him of his purpose - The Queen. Who gave him the greatest gift of life from her soul, she would held herself with poise, ruling aside the King with a kind smile. Her words were his laws, her songs were his hymns, they always would be, and he was happy. How happy he was, to have his King, his Queen, his brother. It was bliss, a life spun from the threads of heaven, comfortable and warm.
These days, lost in the blur of passing years but not, never forgotten, were the days were Praxis still dreamed his own dream. Even then it was a rare occurrence, the image of a girl with a prism body. A girl that was translucent who had no color to herself, only the light that moved through her, paint bleeding through rainwater. In the presence of these dreams he was filled with joy, curiosity, and when they eluded him he only felt as if something was missing. The more he walked in the dreams of others, the more frequent this girl would appear to him, it
